Clang clang clang. The sound of Mum cooking breakfast woke me with a start. Groan. Maybe is should just go back to sleep. Nah, Mum would kill me. I dragged myself out of my bright blue bed, which obviously clashed with my flaming hair. Clang clang clang. Voices screaming and yelling. Boom. I know that sound. I grabbed my white dressing gown and flung it on. My door opened with a bang and I flew downstairs. It was a complete catastrophe.
"I thought I told you to get rid of them!" Mum screamed. Fred, George, Ron and Bill were running around the kitchen, chasing something that looked like a bright blue minuture dog. I ran towards me and I scooped it up in one go and held it, raising my eyebrows at my brothers. They stopped and stared.
"Thanks Ginny," said Fred, looking slightly embarrased. I smiled. "Never underestimate girl power," I grinned. Bill stretched and sat down. Stomp stomp stomp. Here comes Mum. The door banged open and Mum was standing there, looking livid. Her face broke into a smile as she went over and hugged me, but I caught her glaring at Fred and George behind my back. She knew how much I hated her being angry at them. We all walked into the kitchen and sat down. I sat down inbetween Fred and George.
"So, Ginny, how was your sleep?" asked Bill, passing George a plate of sausages. "Fine," I replied quickly. My sleep had been far from fine. I spent all night tossing and turning, my head filled with bad thoughts. Ever since I was possesed by Voldemort last year, I had been pretty much trapped in my own head, terrified of my own shadow. The only people I have told about that were Fred and George, because they are my favourite brothers. They have to stay with me until I fall asleep. They are the only people I can trust now.
